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MATT MURDOCK + BOXING 🥊
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amazing-spiderling · 3 days
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An EXTREMELY cute doodle done for me by @lesbiandaredevil as part of their donation drive. I just think these two should hang out more (at all)- it would be good for them. Well, it would be good for Matt, at least. Hanging out with a moody dude who's taking his demons a little too seriously is just a day's work for Kurt.
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themasterusersblog · 2 days
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saintluil · 2 days
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sparkle on <3
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lesbiandardevil · 2 days
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daredevil in the box what will he do
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chrlie-cox · 3 days
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nataliasse · 2 days
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Charlie Cox - Interview for KIN
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peterman-spideyparker · 24 hours
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Virtuous Person (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)
Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Things have been nuts, but I finally have some time and pulled this out of my drafts. Enjoy! :)
Summary: You have been seeing Matt for about three months now, and you are so happy that he is in your life. Conversation is easy, you're relaxed with him, and you feel yourself. But when some kissing turns into something spicier, you confess something to Matt.
Warnings: Fluff, flirting, kissing, allusions to sex (Matt does a sexy hip roll during a takeout session), reader is a virgin
Other Characters: None
Word Count: 929
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You hum in delight as you slurp up your last noodle. “Ordering in was definitely the right move for tonight,” you say as you wipe your mouth. 
“I couldn’t agree with you more, angel,” Matt says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Are you finished?”
“Mm,” you hum as you get up. “But you’re not. Finish eating. I’ll take care of the trash.”
Matt gently protests, but you run your fingers through his hair, effectively using it as an off switch so he will do as you instruct. It works for a short while, allowing you to clean up the mess from dinner and allowing Matt to take a moment for himself, however brief, before he gets up to dispose of his trash and wrap his arms around you.
“I can take care of all of this later,” he murmurs into your neck. “Come and sit with me. I missed you all day.”
“Oh, you have?” you goad as you walk in step with one another back to his couch.
“Mmhm. I missed your voice, how soft your hair is—.” Matt plops the two of you down on the couch, the leather squeaking as it takes the brunt of both of your combined body weights as you sit atop of your boyfriend. “—your touch.”
You nuzzle into him, lightly pressing your lips against his cheek. “My touch like my hands and skin, or like my kisses?”
“All of the above.”
“Well, if it’s all of the above . . .” You rest one hand on the side of his face, leaning in to kiss him. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow tickles, making the embrace all the more enjoyable as he gets more and more into it. We both carefully reposition on the couch so you are off of his lap and on your own cushion, giving you better leverage for your kisses. The embraces are sweet and bubbly, absolutely blissful as you start—filled with the kind of giddy, lighthearted joy that teenagers feel when they have their first love and their first kiss. The eager excitement builds as the kisses go on, moving from more innocent embraces to exchanges filled with passion, a desire that begs to be fulfilled. Matt takes the lead, one hand cradling your face while the other rests on your waist, carefully guiding you to lean back on the sofa.
You smile as you embrace, Matt caging you in as we chase kiss after kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, deepening the kiss, causing you to moan in delight. As your heart races and your fingers rake through his hair, the kisses grow more intense, and you feel Matt grind against your hips. You hum in surprise, breaking the make out session as you pull back to look at him.
“Are you okay?” Matt pants softly, his blind eyes desperately trying to scan your face and pinpoint what’s wrong.
“I-I’m fine,” you swallow, your brows pulling together. “I-I just wasn’t expecting—I mean, what you did with your hips felt nice—like, really nice, but I, um . . . I, well, I haven’t really . . . I . . .”
Matt’s mouth gently falls open while his eyebrows rise in perfect arches. “Oh,” he breathes. “You’re a v . . .” He looks like he regrets the consonant sound as soon as it escapes his lips. “. . . virtuous person.”
You feel your cheeks flush as you close your eyes in embarrassment. “No, hey, listen!” he tries to correct.
“Can we just forget I ever mentioned it? We can just go back to kissing like it never happened, and I can die of embarrassment later tonight when I get back to my apartment.”
“(Y/N)—.”
“Please?” You hate how that one little work makes your voice crack, giving away your emotions and insecurities so easily.
“Hey,” Matt whispers tenderly, wiping away a tear that slipped out of the corner of your eye. “It’s okay.”
“Ugh!” you grumble. “It’s just so embarrassing! And it’s even more embarrassing when I have someone I love here with me who . . .” He looks at you like a sweet puppy, begging you to finish your sentence. “. . . who is the most wonderful, loving, magnetic person that I know. Who deserves, well, everything. And I can’t give him that.”
Matt dips his head, kissing you long and slow.
“You,” he whispers, softly and tenderly, packing an incredible amount of love in that single word, “are the most amazing, warm, caring person I know. I love you, too. And I never want to make the person I love feel uncomfortable in any way.”
“It’s just a really big thing for me. I don’t know why, but . . .” You shrug, feeling heat burn all over your skin. “I was going to wait.”
“Okay,” he nods, his sightless hazel eyes sparkling as he sits us up on the couch, pulling you up with him. “We’ll wait. I’ll wait for you.”
“Matt, listen, I’ll get it if you—.”
“I don’t want you finishing that sentence. I’d never be that shallow.” He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear. “If the woman I love wants to wait, then I will wait with and for her.”
“Matty . . .” you breathe. He just smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you once more before gently brushing away some tears of yours with his thumb.
“I mean it. You’re worth it. I will wait for you.”
You match his sweet smile, running your fingers through his hair. “I’m a very lucky girl.”
“I can guarantee you, angel, if anyone is the lucky one in this relationship, it’s me, because I have you.”
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imperiuswrecked · 1 day
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I was just informed that Daredevil is now a priest in Marvel Comics and my first thought was "the life expectancy rate of his lovers has gone significantly up if he keeps his vow of celibacy, the muderdick curse is finally broken" but we all know he would never keep that vow.
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chvoswxtch · 2 days
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Thanks again Court for letting me submit!
I was thinking an americano from Matt Murdock (over ice if the barista is feeling it) with the inspiration being this bit from Taylor Swift's "If This Was A Movie.": I've been waiting for you - ever since you've been gone - i just want it back the way it was before - and i just want to see back at my front door . . .
I forgot how much this song hurts so I hope you're ready for some angst <3
blurb below the cut
order for matt with a shot of if this was a movie
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i just want it back to the way it was before
Standing on the rooftop of the building across from your apartment, Matt’s senses were solely focused on you. He’d been up here for over an hour, the heavy downpour of rain soaking him to the bone, but he wouldn’t move. You were curled up on your couch with your favorite blanket, and Matt could hear the distinct sound of pages being turned in your book. Whatever you were reading was tugging at your heartstrings.
He could hear the way your heart rate increased when you got to certain pages and felt how your soft lips fell in a frown. Even though the rain messed with his senses he could still smell the saltwater that built along your lower lash line, and the first tear that slipped down your cheek hit him like a bullet to the chest. It wasn’t unusual for you to get emotional when reading a book or watching a movie. You were a gentle soul, and Matt loved that about you. But he knew most of the sadness currently filling up your ribcage was all his fault.
He’d hurt you. 
It was a stupid fight. He was in the wrong and he knew it, but his stubborn pride prevented an apology from slipping past his guilty lips. Instead of communicating, Matt did what he did best. He fought. He argued. In the heat of the moment, a few careless cruel words ruined everything, and now he was standing on a rooftop drenched in rain wishing he could take it all back. He just wanted things to go back to how they used to be. He wanted you back.
Matt missed you. He missed your soothing voice. He missed the comfort of your touch. He missed how much lighter he felt when he was with you. He missed feeling your warm presence in his sheets and the scent of your shampoo on his pillow. He missed hearing about your day and the taste of your lips. He missed the happiness and peace you brought him.
God, he had been such an ass. And the worst part was, he hadn’t even apologized yet. Matt hadn’t called you to say he was sorry, or shown up at your door begging for forgiveness. He didn’t think he deserved it. He thought he deserved to suffer for how he’d treated you, but his suffering was inadvertently your suffering. Maybe you would forgive him, maybe you wouldn’t, but at the very least you deserved an apology. 
Matt climbed up the fire escape of your building, and when he found that the window you always left unlocked for him was still unlocked, it filled him with a tiny ember of hope. Maybe he hadn’t screwed up as badly as he thought. Maybe there was a chance he could still fix this. Standing on the fire escape outside your window, Matt took a moment to just listen to the sound of your breathing, the rhythm of your heartbeat, and took in the familiar comforting scent of you. He didn’t know if you would want to see him, or if you’d want to talk to him at all, but he had to try and make this right. 
Taking a deep breath, Matt silently lifted your window and slipped inside.
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kendallsroyco · 9 hours
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"You say that to all the guys 🙁"
Throwback to Charlie being cute and cheeky 😩
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roseart72 · 1 day
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Saw this crazy billboard and it made me think of ✨ him ✨
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lesbiandardevil · 11 hours
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dykedevil (stealing this term) doodle donation > donate here to get a doodle of your pookie/s 🍉
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daredevil-artwork · 2 days
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Daredevil by Phil Noto
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rightbecauseyousee · 2 days
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LOVE the plot in this show btw
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